30-05-2025, 07:27 PM
He forced his eyes back to the client, a balding man droning about ad budgets, and nodded, his smile tight. “Absolutely, we’ll tweak the campaign for Tier-2 cities,” he said, his voice steady, but his gaze flickered to Priya. She moved toward a group of Visionary’s junior creatives, her hips swaying subtly, the saree’s dbang teasing the skin of her midriff. Sanjay’s eyes followed, his glances quick, calculated, masked by the tilt of his head or a sip of his drink. He was cautious, acutely aware of the room’s scrutiny—Mumbai’s elite were quick to gossip, and his reputation as the ethical prodigy was a fragile shield. He adjusted his posture, shoulders squared, his smile broadening as he laughed at the client’s weak joke, ensuring no one noticed his fixation. Yet his eyes betrayed him, darting to Priya as she laughed with a colleague, her hand brushing her hair, the gesture igniting a pulse of desire in him.
Priya, unaware of Sanjay’s gaze, navigated the crowd with forced ease. She joined a cluster of wives near a floral centerpiece, their chatter about college fees and Goa vacations a dull hum. “Your saree is stunning,” one woman said, her tone laced with envy. Priya smiled, murmuring thanks, but her skin prickled under the room’s collective stare. She glanced at Arjun, who hovered near a dessert table, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and hunger. He watched her every move, his voyeuristic thrill palpable, imagining her beauty stoking the fantasies of men around her. Arjun’s intent for the night had been simple: to parade Priya, to feed his fetish by proxy, her allure a mirror to the porn he consumed. But as he scanned the room, his gaze caught Sanjay’s—a fleeting look, Sanjay’s eyes locking onto Priya before snapping back to his client, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
Arjun’s pulse quickened. He alone noticed Sanjay’s interest, the subtle shift in his boss’s demeanor. Sanjay, now speaking to a Tata executive, angled his body slightly, his eyes flicking to Priya as she sipped a mocktail, her lips grazing the glass. The glances were discreet, buried in Sanjay’s polished gestures—a turn of the head, a pause to check his watch—but Arjun, attuned to desire’s undercurrents, saw the pattern. Sanjay’s restraint was masterful, his posture impeccable, but his eyes betrayed a hunger that mirrored Arjun’s own. The realization sparked a new vision in Arjun’s mind. Until now, his cuckold fantasy had been confined to gigolos—men like Rohan or Vikram, hired for their raw physicality. But Sanjay was different: a corporate king, wealthy, respected, his power a magnet. Pairing Priya with him could elevate Arjun’s fetish to a grand scale, intertwining it with ambition. A promotion, a corner office, a leap up Visionary’s ladder—all seemed possible if Sanjay’s desire could be harnessed.
Priya, unaware of Sanjay’s gaze, navigated the crowd with forced ease. She joined a cluster of wives near a floral centerpiece, their chatter about college fees and Goa vacations a dull hum. “Your saree is stunning,” one woman said, her tone laced with envy. Priya smiled, murmuring thanks, but her skin prickled under the room’s collective stare. She glanced at Arjun, who hovered near a dessert table, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and hunger. He watched her every move, his voyeuristic thrill palpable, imagining her beauty stoking the fantasies of men around her. Arjun’s intent for the night had been simple: to parade Priya, to feed his fetish by proxy, her allure a mirror to the porn he consumed. But as he scanned the room, his gaze caught Sanjay’s—a fleeting look, Sanjay’s eyes locking onto Priya before snapping back to his client, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
Arjun’s pulse quickened. He alone noticed Sanjay’s interest, the subtle shift in his boss’s demeanor. Sanjay, now speaking to a Tata executive, angled his body slightly, his eyes flicking to Priya as she sipped a mocktail, her lips grazing the glass. The glances were discreet, buried in Sanjay’s polished gestures—a turn of the head, a pause to check his watch—but Arjun, attuned to desire’s undercurrents, saw the pattern. Sanjay’s restraint was masterful, his posture impeccable, but his eyes betrayed a hunger that mirrored Arjun’s own. The realization sparked a new vision in Arjun’s mind. Until now, his cuckold fantasy had been confined to gigolos—men like Rohan or Vikram, hired for their raw physicality. But Sanjay was different: a corporate king, wealthy, respected, his power a magnet. Pairing Priya with him could elevate Arjun’s fetish to a grand scale, intertwining it with ambition. A promotion, a corner office, a leap up Visionary’s ladder—all seemed possible if Sanjay’s desire could be harnessed.
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